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THE RUNAWAYBy George Munson.Dorothy, wearing "a sweater andrubber-soled shoes, with her fair hairloosely coiled about the nape of herneck, sat in a cave upon the seashoreat Blue Harbor, reading a newspaper.To be more accurate, she was reading a two-column article upon thefront page of a newspaper, and it washeaded "No News of Dorothy . Lamont." It gave one a creepy feeling toknow that one was being searchedThe Water Was Swirling About HerKnees. ,or all over the United States, thathe sudden disappearance of the mil.ionaire's daughter had aroused theinterest and apprehensions of ninetymillions of people, while the girl inquestion was resting quietly at a little, unfashionable seaside resort inMassachusetts. But Dorothy had nocompunctions whatever."I won't marry Harold Curtis," shesaid, twisting herself upon her sideand looking out at the leaping waves."I don't care if father will go bankrupt unless the Lamont and Curtisinterests are 'affiliated,' as he calls it.It isn't right!"An American girl has certainly theinborn right to choose her husband.And, to be truthful, Dorothy's parents were not altogether insistentupon the inarriage. But it wouldmean bankruptcy otherwise, for Curtis, mindful of old scores to be paidoff, had been pushing Lamont hard,and now he had him at his mercy."If only they'd give me a chance tofall in love with Harold, sobbed Dorothy. But she had only seen himonce, and she didn't even rememberwhat he looked like, except that hewas not quite a monster."No, he isn't a monster," Dorothy "tearfully admitted. As a matter offact, Harold Curtis had fallen desperately in love with Dorothy at firstsight. But her mother was indiscreet, and the hint of a marriage hadbeen enough to set the spoiled girl inimmediate opposition. And she hadtaken the bit between her teeth andsimply run away.She had dreamed, as all girlsdream, of a possible lover. But therewould be no "financial interests" or"affiliations" when the right mancame along. Dorothy would marryhim for love and for nothing else. Shewas dreaming of him now as she layin the little cave, half asleep, until asplash and a trickle of moisture intoher shoe caused her to leap up witha scream.The tide was lapping against themouth of the cave!She looked out in horror. Dorothycould not swim, and the fresheningwind was sending huge rollers breaking into the mouth of the cave, whichwould, she knew, be entirely filed athigh tide. Dorothy screamed againand again. She lost her presence ofmind completely, for there was norefuge, and in half an hour she wouldbe looking death in the eyes,